<font color=maroon>out.of.character - <u>harper thorne</u></font> Sorry this took me a while to get up, I kept getting sidetracked... ... and yes, it's private for my Manda. So no TOUCHIE! :P Day: 3rd Month: Dyo Year: 81376 <font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Life was good. His latest job had been a brilliant success, the information was flowing, and Javelin Valimos couldn't be happier. Well, it would be nice if he had someone to share his money and time with, but that was something for a later time. There was no reason not to be content. Unless he decided to focus on some of the more "emotional" aspects of life. Romance and friendships were thigns he had no real time for. Most of his peers could be considered "friends", but they weren't, exactly. If they were asked, they would get dirt that could bury him, too. Though Jace had never done anything wrong in his life, not anything big enough to get him executed or anything. Sure, Valimos had consumed some alchoholic drinks while underage, but that didn't warrant anything more than a rap on the wrist. Some of it had been done in the line of duty, anyway, and the Graders weren't about to reveal the circumstances under which he had been sipping undiluted wine. The eighteen-year-old spy was certainly old enough to take care of himself. He had never been drunk in his life, despite the opportunites presented to him almost daily to do so. Not that he cared. Jace wasn't much of a drinker. The youthful spy wouldn't have even had wine if he had the choice. If he didn't drink it, though, he would offend numerous higher-ups that hosted events he went to. Which wasn't ever in his plans. Due to the fact that they were the pendragons he was spying on and there was no way to get information if they were disgruntled with him. The youthful spy shook his head slightly, messy black locks tumbling into his eyes, before digits ran through to smooth back the majority of the offending strands. Of course a couple remained, reaching down to touch just above his eyes. Thus they weren't in the way of his vision and he was content to leave them there. Ajita was a fine place to be, at the moment. There was a job that he had to do today, then it was off again. To Boreios Sudesha, if he remembered correctly. Which sounded like it would be a nice place to goof off, after he had done his duties. The young black-and-white male was certainly happy with his lot in life. Things sure were looking up.
Some would have considered it foolhardy to triapse within enemy territory, but Gyali didn't. It would only give him a better knowledge of the opposition, their treatment of allies and nemesis', as well as neutral citizens. One would expect the Grader homeland to be teeming with Loyalists to the cause, but it one was smart they would be able to discover the second, hidden population. The diehard Rebels ready to well, die, for their cause, pardon the pun. Though not quite driven to kamikaze ways just yet, Gy seemed to be pleased with his choice in fighting against the monopolized control (or lack thereof). Even a child could only succumb to the pressures of constraints for so long before blowing out and rebelling against its bonds and restraints, breaking free from its opression to become a rogue. Adults were no different, if only more violent and apparently more wise, though that could be argued depending on one's definition of wisdom. If it meant recorded years or experience, of course adults would win the prize, but the first place for innocence would always be granted to the youths of the world. Gyali held a strict reverence to the planet's youth whatever side they had chosen, as he believed that at such a young age they would find their true intentions within themself. And eventually change. The mortician's keen eyes inspected the land around him, pupil-less pools swirling with tendrils of black as they picked up every detail and occurence. His webbed paws carried him across the land quite easily, being a both aquatic and terrestrial being. Gyali's heart was clearly visible through his transparent skin, throbbing gently to a steady beat with each predetermined step. The cardiovascular muscles were quite fascinating to observe from a close angle, their intertwining vessels of red and ingido pumping precious blood into his system. Of course, all of his other organs were visible as well, the heart was merely a popular attraction. Gy thought his strange pelt to be extremely helpful, as the only thing better than a full-scale diagram of the body system was a life-size, living example. His large ears caught the movement long before his eyes did, as they were homed to interpret volumes at extremely low and high tones, and all of the pitches in between. His path was altered to come within range of the other male, and his expressionless voids of eyes swirled with even more black than before. Gyali would not speak the first word, merely observe.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Javelin didn't think that his position in this game of politics would ever change - the youthful spy had been Pro-Grader for going on eleven years, after all. He knew some of the darker stories that were popular among Ramath-lehi's citizens. Had heard many, especially while in taverns, about how terribly bloodthirsty the Graders were. A lot of them were just rumors, but the black-eyed male knew that there was a certain sense of truth to a lot of them. A faint ring of reality that meant there was at least a bit of real information there. Though there were claims of bloodbaths that he didn't believe to be true. Sure, the monarches kept information from anyone but their closest personal confidants, but there would have been at least a hint of the truth under file. Those he had access to and the eighteen-year-old spy had always thought that there was a certain amount of foolishness in the tales that the Graders murdered constantly out of cold blood. Though he was sure there were some murders that could have been avoided, some of them were caused by one of the families that supported their world's leaders, not by the Graders themselves. Often not even planned by the Graders, he would think, though there was no real way for Valimos to be sure unless they started making the information easy for him to get to. He'd never ask. There was no reason to do so. What he was allowed to know, he knew. Jace didn't stare at the strangely transparent coat of the older male. The spy nodded sightly to the other pendragon, giving a half-bow of respect for the age of the other male. There was a faint tickle of a smile along the edges of his lips, a curling of the lips that was entirely kindly and full of a certain amount of accidental charm. This particular spy was probably a lot more gentle than most of the other spies. Not that he was a pushover, he simply didn't enjoy being the giver of violence, it wasn't in his nature. There was a gentleman inside that would have burst forth to shine quite brilliantly if he had to the time to show it. It appeared in bursts during some of the events he attended, but not in full. Despite his good nature, Valimos was a formidable enemy. Though he had never had an adversary before, not in particular. If there was truth in the cold-blooded murders, would he change sides? If he learned of some of the things the Graders did, would he change from Pro to Anti in a heartbeat? The male had no way of knowing, considering the fact that the black-eyed gentleman didn't know any of those things. Whether they were true or not, he was blissfully unaware, a sleeping dragon. <font color=maroon>"Greetings, sir."</font> Javelin said in a polite manner, the faintest glimmer of amiability in his eyes.
